the old sun

silvered
we are. brightened with white
flecks.
the primary
colors have faded in
our hair,
our eyes.
our skin now a soft
palette of muted shades.
the bones
are shorter.
the gait not the gait
it once was,
less up the hill
than a year ago.
and the dog beside us.
his bark
now higher than before.
the blue
cast in his brown eyes
aglow in this
old sun. we walk.
we walk. we walk
through the places
where we used to run.